“And if it’s time to go, it’s time.”

Stan Lee died yesterday at the age of 95.

It was a sad day for comicbook nerds everywhere.

That was the icing on yesterday’s gloom cake.

I wasn’t very rested when I got up.

Then I half-assed a workout with little-to-no energy and even less enthusiasm.

It was rainy and the temperature steadily dropped all day.

I worked a little in the morning, instead of napping, then had lunch with Word to Me.

Where I learned of Stan Lee’s death.

I finished working with a patty melt in my gut, Excelsior! in my mind, and the steady beating heart of a true believer.

Then I helped Henry out. He needed a little trepanning to relieve his Winter sinuses, so I obliged him…

Monday, November 12

After that I worked on next year’s theme for the Daily Photos and read some comics.

Oh, and I did the laundry that I didn’t do on Sunday because I was busy doing other things.

I added socks and underpants to my Wishlist in case you are at a loss for what to get me for Grismas.

I’ve been steadily destroying all of my existing undergarments over the past few months.

I think they are undergoing some sort of clothing apoptosis or something.

It’s super weird.

I’ve blown out at least two socks a week and the elastic has given out on at least a pair of underpants a week for the last two months.

It’s crazy.

Anyway, that’s why I had to make sure to do laundry yesterday.

I was running out of clean unmentionables.

Today is going to be a relatively chill day.

Other than the shitload of work I have to do.

I’d better get to it.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC